I Am Not The Second Generation Of Immortals

"Huang! Stop it!"

Suddenly, an angry shout came.

Yang Lie was startled: Dian Ling?

This voice sounded very familiar, and it was clearly the voice of the temple spirit in the Origin Value Hall. The difference is that the temple spirit's voice was calm before, but at this moment it is full of anger!

"Boom!"

With the sound falling, the entire huge temple shook suddenly, and there was an endless and majestic energy emerging from within. Faintly, this energy seems to be able to sway the sky, and the powerful and surging energy descends from the sky, pressing against the black mist.

"Crunch!"

It was clearly audible, and there was a sound of forcibly twisting the steel bars, and the evil figure was constantly bending under pressure, as if thousands of mountains were crushed on its back.

When the back bow reached the limit, "Huang" cheek muscles twitched fiercely: "Temple Spirit! When this king is out of trouble, you will be suppressed for thousands of years and burned with devilish fire!"

In the incredibly harsh curse, he forcibly stretched his body and stood up boldly, covering Yang Lie's eyes again with monstrous killing intent.

"Heaven and Demons are one!"

Yang Lie was horrified, and quickly urged the strongest means, with a silver light wing behind him.

"Ok?"

The evil figure Huang was stunned when he saw this, and his expression became even more angry. "Old man Gong Ming, you dare to deprive this king of his secret skills, this king can't spare you! Kill, kill, kill!"

A **** murderous aura rushed towards Yang Lie, Yang Lie's dragon blood gun was in his hand, and Star Core really exploded out. But to no avail, that breath smashed the power of the move like a ruin, and the aftermath continued to hit.

"puff!"

Yang Lie couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, his whole body strength was drawn away, and he couldn't help it anymore. Seeing that the wave continued to rush forward, a green and misty figure appeared in the void. He was an image of a villain, but there was no hair on his head. He looked like a bald monk.

Although his expression was extremely serious, his face was plump with a naive and naive attitude, and he looked a little cute overall, which made people unable to hold any awe at all.

He waved his ten fingers at the Genting Tiangong, countless array patterns transformed, and finally he made a heavy finger--

"Master, please!"

At the critical juncture, a cloud of blue light rushed out of the heavenly palace, and the rich blue light condensed with each other, and soon formed a stalwart old man who looked like a mountain.

The old man was dressed in a green robe, and his outfit was simple and nothing special. However, as soon as he appeared, the black mist around him was forcibly dispersed, revealing a clear sky.

The killing intent that rushed towards Yang Lie also seemed to have suddenly come to an extremely cold place, cracking into pieces invisible.

"Old man Gong Ming! Do you still have trouble after ten thousand years? Die to this king! Die! Die!"

Several words of "death" were uttered, and his face was filled with cold hatred and murderous aura.

However, Gong Ming, the old man with a green robe on the opposite side, still had a faint expression. He didn't move at all. He just turned his palm out and waved quietly in front of him: "Forbidden!"

With a palm shot, strong fluctuations burst into existence.

The trembling of the heavenly palace suddenly reached its extreme, and countless green lights gushing from all around, quickly condensing in the sky, and then formed a thick chain of light.

A total of one thousand one hundred and eighty-eight blue light chains floated in the air, bound to the evil figure, bound him tightly.

"Hohoho!"

Huang roared again and again, but every struggle only made the chain of light tighten tighter, and his huge body was continuously dragged, slowly disappearing in the heavenly palace.

At this moment, the sudden change occurred——

"call out!"

Huang's eyebrows suddenly split, and a dark phantom surging with blood flew out. This phantom is a hexagonal altar with a starburst on each corner. As soon as it flies out, there is a force of devouring to the extreme!

The hexagonal altar almost surpassed the electric light and came straight to Yang Lie!

"Haha! Temple Spirit, do you still want to find someone to imprison this king? This king will break your wishful thinking!"

Huang laughed wildly, and his figure was finally completely dragged back to the bottom of the heavenly palace, but his voice still came out frantically, "At most a hundred years! This king will get out of trouble, and I will slaughter hundreds of millions of lives and let Gong Ming be old. I'm watching it underground!"

"not good!"

At this time, the phantom of the altar had reached Yang Lie's eyebrows, and the temple spirit was shocked, but it was too late to rescue, so he could only watch it sink in.

Immediately, Dian Ling's expression was miserable, and his plump face was pale!

This altar phantom is Huang’s housekeeping secret technique. He personally used it, not to mention the power of the king, even in the ordinary fairyland, there is no backhand force, and it can only be forcibly deprived of the body’s energy and turned into A mummy.

Dian Ling didn't expect that he had waited for thousands of years, and finally waited for a young man who hoped to help him, only to watch him die.

"Oh, it's over, everything is over."

The temple spirit murmured, he knew that Huang was always cunning, since he said that he had been out of trouble for a hundred years, the real time may only be decades! It may even be ten years!

Within ten years, if he can't find anyone to take charge of the heavenly palace, then Huang will definitely get out of trouble. At that time, the life will be charcoal and the earth will be bloodied. It will be an unimaginable miserable scene.

"Uh, senior?"

At this moment, a cautious voice sounded, "I wonder if you send the juniors here, what is your order?"

"Huh!"

Dian Ling turned his head abruptly. When he saw the young man looking at him with confusion and puzzled expression, his whole body was stiff, his eyes were round, and he screamed: "Are you not dead?"

Yang Lie rolled his eyes in his heart, and since he entered the mountain of the gods, his impression of the temple spirit was mysterious and arrogant. But at this moment, this impression was ruthlessly shattered by his own performance.

At this time, Yang Lie guessed his situation--

The place where I was located did not exceed the scope of the gods' sacrifice mountain, and the peak I stepped on should be the legendary "fourth peak"!

Judging from the confrontation in just a short moment, it was the Temple Spirit's method that he was teleported here. Moreover, his purpose is to use his own power to confine the evil figure "Huang" just now!

"You're not dead! You're really not dead! Hahaha, that's great!" Temple Spirit still didn't recover from the excitement, shouting incoherently. In the end, it seemed difficult to restrain the excitement in his heart, and he simply repeated hundreds of somersaults in mid-air.

Yang Lie: "..."

At this moment, all the images of the high and cold temple spirits drifted away with the wind.

"No hurry, haha." After a long while, Dian Ling finally calmed down. He came to Yang Lie and looked at it carefully. "You tell me first, how did you hide the ‘six-mans altar’ just now?"

Altar of six awns?

Yang Lie was startled, and the sea of ​​knowledge couldn't help recalling the scene just now: When he saw the six-mans altar, his heart was shocked, and an incomparable horror emerged.

Because, when I first entered the Sea of ​​Fallen God, because of the Illusory Demon, I encountered this altar attack!

The majestic and mighty power of that altar at the time is still fresh in his memory. And the six-pointed altar summoned by the evil figure Huang is exactly the same shape, but the aura contained is hundreds of times majestic!

Even with these forces, Yang Lie had no resistance even if he had four-star mind power. Searching for memories, there is no way to counteract it.

But something strange happened--

The altar had just submerged in the sea of ​​knowledge, and immediately disappeared. Instead of causing any harm to Yang Lie, it gave him a mysterious breath of power in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This breath of power hovered in the sea of ​​consciousness, and did not dissipate in the slightest. Yang Lie had a clear hunch that it did no harm to himself.

However, this change was too weird, and the Temple Spirit was obviously a deadly enemy with Huang. If it is completely frank, it will be troublesome if it causes a misunderstanding, so Yang Lie didn't say anything, but scratched his head: "I don't know."

"Well, has Huang been sealed for thousands of years, and the power of the secret technique has weakened? Or did the power left by the master just now contain him?"

Dian Ling didn't doubt the others, he thought about it, but he still didn't find a suitable reason. In the end, he didn't think much about it, as long as there was nothing wrong with the young man in front of him.

"I summoned you here without any malice. It is even a big deal for you. It's just that the power of the seal is getting weaker and weaker, and Huang will break the seal and almost harm you."

Dian Ling regained the unpredictable style of a group of predecessors and sages, and explained lightly.

It was just that he had witnessed his somersaults with his own eyes just now, and Yang Lie couldn't give birth to a respectful heart for this senior. He asked curiously: "What is the identity of that person just now? And he said I killed his blood servant?"

"His identity is a long story. I will talk to you slowly."

With a wave of the temple's hand, a stone bench appeared in front of him. He motioned to Yang Lie to sit down, "As for the blood servant, I think your martial art is full of energy. You should have killed the blood demon?"

Blood demon, blood servant!

Yang Lie suddenly realized and understood what Huang meant, but there was a chill in his heart: So far, the strongest blood demon he has encountered is the giant eye and the lich. The power of their heyday is already in the fairyland!

However, such a powerful blood demon is still just a "servant" in the mouth of "Huang"!

What is a servant? Nothing but a slave, a servant!

After figuring this out, Yang Lie couldn't help taking a breath. What kind of existence is Huang that can make the earth immortal a servant?

"Ordinary blood demon, Huang shouldn't care. What level of blood demon did you kill? Half-step Blood Demon King? Or—Blood Demon King?" The Palace Spirit was confused.

"Uh--"

Yang Lie scratched his head lightly, "It's the Blood Demon Emperor."

"Oh, blood demon-emperor."

The Temple Spirit screamed and looked at Yang Lie in disbelief. He saw all the battle scenes in the Palace of Origin Value before. Therefore, he knew very well that Yang Lie's strongest combat power was equivalent to the first level of the Realm King Realm.

And the Blood Demon Emperor is all Earth Immortal level strength, how could he be able to deal with it?

Yang Lie was puzzled. The two Blood Demon Emperors he had killed were all encountered in the Mountain of Gods' Sacrifice.

With his palm spread out, the blood demon emperor core quietly appeared in his palm, revealing the killing of the lich and the giant aim one by one.

"Damn it!"

After listening, the temple spirit was shocked, cursed fiercely, and then touched the void with both hands——